Outro

Why I always gotta tell myself to step out more bruh
Bruh I known for like six months
And you the most talented rapper I ever met
Just let these niggas know what the BACKSEAT is bro
Just breathe

Welcome to my humble abode
Where I don't never take my shirt off until I see hoes
It is what it is, I does what I know
Im on the rise, sky's the limit
Unless you aint got my conviction redefining my position
I could flip, back when I was timid
Spider sense on top of 99 problems with it
Intuition sharp and I could rocket ship it off my rocker
Life is simple if you thought it different
Why you talking nigga
Tunnel vision type my target nigga
Malick, Leek, Lotto, whatever
Address him by the alias
The devil steady plaguing him so who gone get to saving him
(Tell em bout the fake gangsters at the shows...)
Say less, they don't wanna see a nigga made
(They playing with your name dawg handle that...)
Come on right outside we bout to hit the fade
It aint no playing, I aint praying for no mayhem
But the days on the daily got my diligence destined
Praying for-for some better days
Give me 4 days, maybe 5 if your lady
Wanna get some foreplay on the road mane
Well okay
I am beyond infinity, like what's behind it
Similes come in barrages, begone
Im beyond what you be on
Destiny Child, you know what ima say
1 sentence, 4 words
I am Beyonce, always
Im stoppin all games and off the top I be like Scarface
But what the fuck my bars say
Blase, blasé feeling like im this and that
But rap don't never mix with that
Flip some crack, blicks and straps
6 months later I could have your bitches titty smacked
But I don't like to get with that
Walking out in mocassins for Mazel Tov-ing, moshing niggas
Mobbing, killing, but im like Mamba different from
My momma vision
All for the scarred of fallen victims
Won't let y'all be forgotten im going harder from the benches
Saw that im relentless but I just like to mind my business
Hoodie on my noggin, pimping
Pivoting these dollar riches
Lost, im ringing up my plug but nevermind
I hit The Chapel, give me five
To write this down and settle down
Lately, not a lot could faze me
Greatness, I could tell myself no need no dinner with no Jay Z
And I aint never sleeping on the floor again
Unless im at my cousin house
So what is the discussion about im bringing something out

Say less

Bless, uh
Y'all aint on my same type of time, lets keep it really trill
Fuck the rhetoric fuck the bullshit, im really him
Fuck performances fuck the shows nigga, let me chill
Red pill, blue pill choose wisely, y'all wanna hear?
Im the nigga y'all fear and feel for real
Im in the field, lil nigga puffing krill im still so chill
She like that about me
I don't act out but on mics I spill I kill
Fuck you and your guys I-
I still steal out of stores if they aint looking, I will
The way I see it im the lesson that they needed to give
Now your lesson due, know exactly where your residue is at
Now its time to get a better view up out this vestibule
Ramen noodle cups still hitting I need that lesson 2
Lesson 3 and 4 down below, check the lyrics too
Might be tecs to use if someone ever disrespect the crew
You aint heard it here but ill be there to send the message through

Uh look
Same clothes as yesterday
Nah these aint the better days
Steady aim where yo head will lay
These niggas jealous cause they check the same as mini wage
I get some head in a Chevrolet then get back to cheffing cake
Until my teeth grilled up yellow
It look like lemonade like Kodak Black
I could give a fuck about what them digits say
What's my love language?
Let me autograph them titties bae
Say it once ill say it twice until a nigga lifted mane
Let me find out y'all niggas looking for me
My cousin talking bout "you hood" im like
"You hooder than me"
A hoodie or a wife-beater in bout 90 degrees
A bandana tied up L-Lil Leeky released
9 times out of 10 ill rise, like the sun do
Left hand rise, the same time as my gun do
Beat you with a open hand
Where the fuck your front tooth go?
You playing with me im on the type of time as my Unc' too
I done had them days on the floor a nigga had to lay with crooks
Syrup sandwiches next morning, we aint know how to cook
Roaches was my roommate, im humble cause that's what it took
Now I got Drake on my hook, ha made you look
Why my sound you bite kooda?
You acting like Judas
Show you im the new messiah on a bike cooling
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, and I make them hype stupid
You acting like you stupid, show you that im stupider
Slaving in the kitchen still thinking about arugula
Y'all like to talk all tough on the computer huh?
Fuck it ima get it off my chest you see im lucrative
Fuck being a gentlemen, bitch give me head
Fuck a preacher last one I seen damn near got stomped dead
Fuck you niggas, fuck promoters
Y'all won't give a fuck until im dead
Fuck you niggas fuck them niggas
Hold up man cut the beat
Fuck you fuck me fuck them fuck she fuck everybody
Fuck being a symbol, fuck being relentless
Fuck being lazy, fuck being dependent
On labels treating like its modern day slavery
Sounding like a broken record but here I go
But fuck it, fuck it
Im all here with my shotgun
Still sitting BACKSEAT, tell the Tr!be I got one

Real shit I met this nigga in the kitchen
We was supposed to meet in studios, at the record label
But I met this nigga in the kitchen
Y'all saw what he did in the BACKSEAT alone
So imagine what this nigga gone do when he in the drivers seat
When he get to step out on the red carpet
To keep in 200 thou-wow with y'all, I can't even imagine that myself
This the BACKSEAT for y'all